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Six thousand millilitres.

That's how much blood an adult male of your size has in his body.

It's a little more than a gallon of milk.

Seventy-six over 54.

They say a man can lose up to 40 percent of his blood, but not much more.

You've lost 20 percent.

That's why you're feeling the palpitations.

Your heart can't fill with blood before it contracts.

It's the beginning stage of what doctors refer to as exsanguination.

Raymond, please. I don't want to hurt you.

This isn't easy for me.

I'm sorry you're having a hard time.

You can help me.

- I've always helped you. - No.

You pretended to help me.

You were never on my side.

I came to Paris to warn you.

You came to Paris to control me.

To keep feeding me your narrative. But I'm done hiding.

I won't do it anymore. I can't.

Not with Elizabeth asking questions and telling ghost stories.

Nobody knows you're alive.

They're asking the questions.

That's enough.

I never betrayed you.

The Townsend Directive is my death sentence.

Even with your help,

I can't outrun them.

There's only one way to survive.

I have to give them what they want. Tell me how.

I have nothing to tell you.

We'll see.

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What do we know?

We questioned everyone who worked the con.

Steinhil used doctors, nurses, ex-cops, intel agents.

Smart group.

But not as smart as Steinhil, who kept everything need-to-know.

None of them know the name of the woman who hired him

to con Mr Reddington.

Just why she did it. To ask what he knows about my mother.

I'm less interested in why than in where.

If Steinhil employed all these people to create the illusion

that Reddington was in a French hospital, where was he when we got there?

Apparently he escaped. Or tried to. He got less than a block.

But the hospital gag was blown, so they moved him somewhere else.

But we don't know where.

Let's start at the beginning. Paris.

Mr Reddington met someone

he felt safe enough with that he didn't bring Dembe.

Or he went alone to keep a secret.

From Dembe? That must be some secret.

What else?

He was abducted in Paris, then flown to Annapolis. Why?

Could be something there that they needed Reddington's help to find.

Something, or someone.

Katarina Rostova.

- I thought your mother was dead. - Maybe that's what she wanted us to think.

Even you?

Apparently she's not the maternal type.

So far I'm hearing a lot of maybes and could-bes.

A lot of theory. Almost no fact.

Here's a fact.

Creating a French hospital in Annapolis takes planning.

All the doctors, nurses, police,

they all were sent to the same location to get fitted for the wardrobe.

You have a location?

- Textile warehouse in Anne Arundel County. - Get there.

If they couldn't con Reddington into telling them what they want,

they're probably trying to beat it out of him.

Agent Keen?

I brought Agnes home, thinking my mother wasn't a threat.

Now I'm not sure.

He's a tough old bird.

He'll give you what you want.

I don't want this.

It's the best of a bad situation.

I wouldn't be in this situation if you'd done your job.

I told you I needed three months to create the illusion you were looking for.

You gave me three days.

The FBI, have they released anyone?

I spoke with Abigail.

How much do they know?

About me, very little.

About you, absolutely nothing.

I never planned on killing him.

He'd find you if you didn't. It's better this way.

Better? To kill a man.

This man, once you've bled him for what you need.

The nurse was with him when he escaped.

I trust her.

Then the only question left is...

should I trust you?

How long do I have?

Half an hour.

Maybe less.

I've met my share of...

killers.

I know who has the...

capacity to...

take a human life.

I know the...

The look in their eyes.

You don't have it.

It wasn't my decision.

But it is...

if you help her.

If you do nothing to...

stop her...

you're responsible.

You almost escaped.

She blames me for that.

I can't take the risk. I'm sorry.

I'm afraid hypoxia has set in.

The drip, drip of your blood taking with it the oxygen your organs so desperately need.

I'm told hypoxia can be quite uncomfortable.

I know a little something about pain.

Belgrade.

Everything I cared about died that day.

I didn't want that.

I'd made a life for myself. A family.

You blew all that up.

I didn't know.

Dom promised me no one would get hurt.

He said he loved his child, and just wanted her to be safe.

Do I seem safe to you?

Hunted.

Chased into the shadows.

I...

I can't give you what you want.

What I want...

is my family back.

No one can give me that back.

Least of all you.

You can't give me what I want.

But you can give me what I need.

You want me to believe you had nothing to do with Belgrade.

I didn't.

That you care about me.

Yes.

Then prove it.

Who's coming for me? How many?

And most importantly...

the truth.

I can't.

What is it?

Very well.

Dom, then.

That's right. I found him.

I know it's cruel to go after the old man, but you leave me no choice.

Something tells me he won't hold up nearly as well.

Leave him alone.

Gladly.

If you give me what I need.

Goodbye, Raymond.

What?

- Be quiet. - What are you doing?

I can't do this alone. I need you to get in the car.

Hey. Stop.

I said, stop.

Don't, please.

Please, I don't wanna hurt you.

Excuse me. Agents Ressler and Keen.

FBI.

- How can I help you? - We...

That is, are you okay?

Oh, this?

No, no, no. It's just it's... It's...

The Kennedy Center is doing Phantom.

- We're doing the effects. - Thought you were a wardrobe house.

Wardrobe, effects...

Whatever a production needs.

We're here to see Margaret Teague.

I'll let her know you're here.

Illusions, cons.

People pretending to be something they're not.

- Just like Reddington. - Or my mother.

Look, Keen.

You did the right thing by bringing Agnes home.

But if she isn't who I thought she was, if she's a threat...

- Then we'll deal with it. - We?

Don't think Cooper, Aram, and I haven't talked about this.

You put your life on hold long enough. It's past time you start living it.

I'm Margaret Teague.

Agents Keen and Ressler. We're looking for Louis Steinhil.

I'm not familiar with that name.

He's a conman. Sets up elaborate illusions.

If you think I had anything to do...

The last one being a French hospital in an Annapolis warehouse.

See, the doctors, nurses, and cops who worked that con,

you outfitted them.

I'm a supplier. What people do with my supplies, I'm sure I don't know...

I don't care if you know or not. I'm looking for someone I care about.

To find that person, I gotta find Steinhil, so let's cut to the chase.

What you provide, does he pick up,

or do you deliver?

I've never met the man.

- So you deliver. - Yes.

To where?

Oh, my God. I just shot that guard. I didn't know what else to do.

I need your phone.

If he dies...

Mila.

Mila, your phone.

Raymond.

You're alive?

Barely.

I thought...

It's been a week.

I was going to enact the Protocol. Where are you?

You have to get to Dom.

She's going after him.

He doesn't know he's in danger.

- She? - Bring the cooler.

I need...

Platelets and frozen plasma.

Eight units.

Raymond, you sound bad.

Come alone.

If you won't make it to Dom's, you need to get to a hospital.

If I don't make it, you know what to do.

Raymond.

Be safe.

I'll be there.

Who's Dom?

You need to get us to the highway.

You need a doctor.

No, no, no. No doctors.

Just the highway.

You are not okay, all right? You're not gonna make it. You're sick.

If you don't make it to a hospital...

No. What are you doing?

Give me your arm.

- We need to get to Dom's. - Listen, if we don't do this right now,

you're gonna be dead before we get wherever you think we're going.

I didn't save you to watch you die in my car.

If we don't keep moving, they'll find us.

They already have. Hold still.

Wha...? What?

- Don't move. - What do you mean, they already have?

You have to trust me.

Why did you help me?

Like you said, I'm not a killer.

And I have terrible judgement when it comes to men.

Hello? Anyone here?

Good morning.

You better have a damn good excuse, darling.

Are you Dom?

Lord in heaven.

Is he dead?

Tell me what she said. Not your interpretation,

but exact words.

I'm not interpreting anything. She's coming for you.

And she made it very clear she's closing in.

Nonsense. I'm off the grid.

Elizabeth found you.

You mind your own business.

There's no reason to risk it, Dom.

This is your house. I know it won't be easy to go.

But there's nothing heroic about dying when you don't have to.

This isn't Rio Bravo.

For your information,

going out with a fight,

standing your ground, dying on your own terms,

that sounds pretty good to a man, 81.

Eighty-one? Are you 81?

Secondly, nothing about this situation

resembles the plot of Rio Bravo.

She knows you tried to kill her, Dom.

She wants answers, but she also wants revenge.

You set her up, betrayed her...

Whose is this?

My daughter's.

Katarina? That's your daughter?

Katarina Rostova?

Put it away, please.

Your own daughter wants to kill you because you betrayed her?

It's complicated.

I never betrayed Katarina.

She betrayed me.

- Oh, come on, enough. - And not just me.

Our country.

Our values. Our entire way of life.

The truth is, Mila, you've stumbled headlong into a family squabble.

And the Rostov family can be rather eccentric.

It broke my heart.

Made choices I couldn't understand.

What was my response?

Wait, what did Tolstoy say about unhappy families?

Despite all my anger, my frustration, I did what I thought was necessary...

"Happy families are all alike,

but every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

Did I make mistakes? Yes.

Do I deserve to die for them?

Well, maybe.

If I die,

at least I will go to my grave knowing that I did what I did

to protect my own.

Found him.

- Where? - Farmhouse a few hours north.

So I was right to trust you.

Will he give you what you want?

No.

Just what I need.

I'll talk to my hawaladar.

The balance due will be paid by this time tomorrow.

He means a great deal to you.

He did.

Once.

If the situation were reversed, would he show you mercy?

No.

Then you can't show him any.

Thank you.

For what?

It's my job to protect him.

I couldn't do that, you did.

He was supposed to be a bad man.

A criminal, a fugitive, the worst of the worst.

That's why I signed up.

Not to protect him.

But to take down the Most Wanted.

In my experience, who people are supposed to be

is rarely who they are.

"Steven Biel, contractor."

Call him.

- Tell him Raymond sent you. - Why?

Raymond takes care of the people who take care of him.

- I didn't do this for the money. - No.

You did it because it's the right thing to do.

You give me too much credit.

Take the card.

It's not just money, it's protection.

You think she'll come for me?

Please thank him for me.

No thanks are necessary.

He seems so decent.

How is that possible?

Because he is decent.

I should go.

He said I'm not a killer.

Reddington.

He said he could tell just by looking at me.

Then you're not.

He knows nothing about me.

He knows enough.

Cover.

- What was that? - I don't know.

Show me your hands!

You go.

He was here.

I need help here.

I've got something.

Someone inside. It's locked.

It's Steinhil. He's alone.

FBI. Open the door.

Steinhil, I said open the door.

Damn it. Could've sworn I had another box of shells in here.

Dom, we can help you. We'll take what we can.

I'm too old to run.

You're too young to die.

What...? Where would I go?

To the beach, the mountains.

How about the Tetons?

You really think she's close.

I think we have the day.

You don't.

What do you mean, "don't"?

You don't have the day.

You don't even have the hour. She knows where you are.

She's been tracking us since we left the safe house.

How? You took the chip out of Raymond's neck.

Yes, out of my neck,

but not out of her own.

We didn't escape, did we, Mila?

No.

She ordered me to help you.

Hoping I'd lead her here...

to Dom.

How much time do we have?

Mila.

How much time?

She'll be here in 20, 30 minutes.

I didn't have a choice. She said she would kill me.

Dom, I suggest we find that extra box of shells.

Who are you?

You've thrown your lot in with me, I should at least know your name.

Francesca Campbell.

People call me Frankie.

Tell me, Francesca...

how is it that you turned out to be my guardian angel?

That is not what I am.

Are you really a nurse?

I'm a former combat medic. That's why Steinhil picked me.

Steinhil.

He created the illusion. Was part of it too.

Inspector Oban.

Tell me about it, the con.

They'll be here any minute.

Tell me.

All I know is Katarina Rostova hired him

because she thinks people are trying to kill her,

and that you might know how to stop them.

The plan was to con you, not kill you.

To get you to tell Inspector Oban who the assassins are

and what they, or you, might know

about her sources and safe houses.

You don't believe in assault rifles?

Open that.

Steinhil's smart.

He knew I'd be overconfident, after figuring out the hospital wasn't real.

Carefully, carefully.

That I'd think I'd solved the puzzle, when I'd only gotten one piece.

I believe in plastic explosive.

He knew I wouldn't see his fingerprints all over the escape.

Everything was planned,

down to the last detail.

Leaving you alone to die.

The car parked outside.

You shot the guard.

No, I didn't.

All that, and the chip in my neck. Inspired.

When this is over,

I must see about putting this Steinhil on retainer.

So you're not a nurse who's afraid of her own shadow.

You're a soldier.

That's right.

And I'm not leading you, or anyone else, into an ambush.

Four shotguns, two pump-action, two lever.

Three bolt-action rifles, all single-shot.

And a few souvenirs from home.

- Let me help you. - Your help is what got us into this mess.

She'll kill me too.

When she realises that you knew she was coming,

she'll know I warned you.

Raymond, we could use an extra gun.

Not if it's pointed at the back of our heads.

What do they call a combat medic in the Army?

Sixty-Eight Whiskey.

Dembe, give the woman a shotgun.

I want a full autopsy.

No one accesses that body until I get a solid ID. You got that?

They tricked him. Made him think he escaped.

- Reddington escaped, but he didn't? - He was being tracked.

They both were.

Both? What do you mean, "both"?

One of the security guards said there was a nurse on-site who befriended him,

made Reddington think she was on his side.

She orchestrated the escape.

So they could track him.

Why? Where did they think he was gonna go?

My grandfather's house.

Your grandfather?

Whoever took Reddington was trying to find out about Katarina Rostova.

If he wouldn't tell them, maybe they think Dom will.

And if they do to him what they did to Reddington...

- We're not gonna let that happen. - They may already be there.

Keen, it's not gonna happen.

They're both here?

Reddington's recovering in the downstairs bedroom. He's not mobile.

The old man's working at the back of the house.

- Anyone else? - No.

I did everything you said. It went all as planned.

You three, inside with her. Find Reddington and kill him.

Berdy, tell the others to go around the back.

Bring me Dominic.

I want him alive.

Don't move.

You didn't tell us anyone else was in the house.

Drop your guns. Do it now.

He said drop them.

Dembe. Dom's hit.

One more step.

That's it.

All right, sit.

Get something for his head.

There you go.

Single round to the chest. Please tell me he has a hemostat.

- How bad? - Some quick-clot powder? Celox?

I don't see any.

Gauze?

Oh, the plastic. Give me the package too.

All right. Get him up.

How bad is it?

How bad?

That's it.

They're here.

Gentlemen.

It's over.

Go to hell.

Seems you may get there first.

Raymond, I told you I want answers, which means I need him alive.

Send him out,

and I'll have no choice but to save his life.

We open it, she'll kill the three of us and eventually kill him.

He may not make it anyway.

Then we fight.

Open the door, Raymond,

or my men shoot their way to you.

Raymond, this is my last warning.

- Clear. - Clear.

Ressler, in here.

Dom? Dom, it's Elizabeth Keen. Are you okay?

Elizabeth, it's us.

Is it clear?

It's clear.

Dom's hit. We need to get him help. Now.

That's it.

- You have Reddington? - Yeah.

Been through hell, but he's okay. Better than Rostova.

- Katarina? - No, Dominic.

Her father.

Keen's grandfather.

This, everything, it was about getting information

on Katarina, and the people hunting her.

Getting information for who?

Are we any closer to finding out who hired Steinhil?

No, they were gone by the time we got there, and by the looks of things,

they came in guns blazing.

- Nearest hospital's the opposite direction. - Yes, it is.

Why are we going the wrong way?

We're not going to the hospital.

- What? - What? I'm sorry, but who are you?

He needs an operating room. A surgeon.

Yes. I intend to get him the best one available.

- What if he dies before then? - He's a Rostov, Elizabeth.

If we take him to an emergency room, questions will be asked.

Questions he's not prepared to answer.

Please don't tell me she's the nurse from the French hospital.

- She was very convincing. - She was in on the con.

Yes. And now she's the best hope your grandfather has to survive.

Dr Stein and his team have been alerted.

- They're en route. - I called Dembe on my way to Dom's.

Given my condition, he felt it prudent

to assemble one of our triage cubes.

Turns out, it was.

- What's happening? - Tension pneumothorax.

Air's leaking into his pleural cavity. We need to remove the seal.

Or the pressure's gonna collapse his lungs.

It's not just air. He's bleeding into his chest cavity.

- We're losing him. How far out? - Three minutes.

We're almost there.

So much to say...

And a lifetime left to say it.

GSW, white male, 80.

- Sat level 76 and dropping. - Got it.

Hemopneumothorax. His lungs are drowning. Which one of you's the surgeon?

- Doc's still in transit. - ETA?

- Six minutes. - He'll be dead in six minutes.

If we don't put a chest tube in, in the next two, his lungs will collapse.

Then you do it.

- Me? I'm a field medic. - I don't care what you are. Do you know how?

- I've never done it... - Do you know how to? Just do it.

These people can help with whatever you need. Do it.

Knife.

Doesn't matter which one. Just pick one.

Seventh intercostal.

Give me the smallest ET tube you got.

Okay.

Stabilising.

Those questions you don't want asked?

Well, I'm gonna ask them anyway.

Why don't we start with who did this?

- Not now, Elizabeth. - Yes, now.

Someone out there thinks Katarina Rostova's still alive,

and clearly they think you know more than you're saying.

That isn't a question.

Who grabbed you in Paris?

Who tortured you?

Why is my grandfather dying in a lumberyard?

My question is, what the hell happened?

You did.

You and Agent Ressler.

Excuse me?

How many times have I told you leave it alone?

I warned you,

even saying the name Katarina Rostova has consequences,

and now you see.

Now you see what that name will make others do.

These questions of yours have gotten their attention.

And now they will crawl out of whatever hole they were in,

and they will hurt whomever they must,

just on the chance, just on the notion, that she might still be alive.

What happened?

Elizabeth.

You raised an old ghost.

And that's why your grandfather is dying in a lumberyard.

Reddington blamed you?

- He's not wrong. - Of course he is.

None of this would've happened

if Ressler and I hadn't started asking a lot of questions he told us not to ask.

You wouldn't have had to ask them if he'd been honest with you.

If he'd told you his real identity.

Have you decided whether to tell Main Justice?

Not yet.

But telling them Reddington is really a former KGB agent

whose name is Ilya Koslov

will cause a firestorm I have no interest in dealing with.

What I am interested in is you,

and making sure you know that none of this is your fault.

Reddington wouldn't tell us who abducted him.

And it's not like we can ask Steinhil, or whatever his real name was.

Aram's following up with the ME.

If we can identify the body, maybe we can work backward from there.

In the meantime, I've assigned a security detail to your apartment.

You think that's really necessary?

We don't know who took Reddington,

but she's asking about your mother, and has shown that she's willing

to go after anyone who may know about her, so, yes, I think it's necessary.

I'm sorry my family is so...

messy.

Katarina Rostova is your relative.

We're your family.

And we're not gonna let anything happen to you.

Sir?

Agent Mojtabai.

- Something wrong? - Definitely.

I did what you said and followed up with the medical examiner.

And they didn't know what I was talking about.

They don't have Steinhil. I mean, they never even got him.

Apparently the call we made requesting they respond to the scene was cancelled.

Cancelled by who?

The log says, by Special Agent Gerald Host.

G. Host. As in...

"Ghost."

I've been trying to decide what to do about you.

I suppose by warning us you saved our lives,

but you're also a large part of the reason our lives needed saving.

The things you've done...

I've killed others for less.

I appreciate what you did for Dom.

It's the reason you're still alive.

But to be clear,

it does not make us even.

Why didn't the FBI arrest you?

I intend to find the woman who did this.

You're number one on their list, and they just let you go.

Perhaps you can help me find her.

Perhaps not.

Time will tell.

But until we are even...

you're not going anywhere.

If you don't mind me asking...

how's he doing?

We don't know if his brain was deprived of oxygen.

And if so, for how long.

If he ever does wake up,

he may not be himself anymore.

I didn't realise you two were close.

I've known Dom a long time.

Most of it's been...

unpleasant.

Still, something happens when you...

When you've known someone that long.

When after all of life's twists and turns...

you look over and there they are,

still in it with you, still...

yours.

I'm sorry my questions caused all this.

But they are questions I deserve answers to.

Maybe not now.

Now it's too dangerous.

But someday I'm going to insist on answers.

And you're going to have to give them to me.

When he gets better, you should bring Agnes to meet him.

Shoes, shoes, shoes.

If we don't leave in two minutes, Agnes, you'll definitely be late for the bell.

Wait, my headband.

Ears or no ears?

Ears.

Mom, that's not Mrs Monzewski, right?

Oh, my goodness. I love those ears.

Hello. I'm Liz. This is Agnes.

Maddy Tolliver, your new neighbour.

That's funny. Mrs Monzewski's lived there forever.

- I didn't know she was thinking of moving. - She didn't.

I'm just subletting. It all happened very quickly.

The woman who showed me the apartment said something

about her going to Pittsburgh for a while to be closer to her grandson.

You're pretty.

Thank you, sweetie. So are you.

You remind me of my granddaughter.

We have to run, but it was nice meeting you.

So nice to meet you both. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other.

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